I tossed a pebbleand watched as the ripple grew into a wave that surged and crested. I was already up past my knees before I knew to call it a flood. Living Water, today my prayer is only keep me afloat. Amen. Jennifer Garrison Brownell serves as pastor at Vancouver United Church of Christ… Read More
Friday Prayer
When Jesus saw him lying there and knew that he had been there a long time, he said to him, “Do you want to be made well?” John 5:6 It’s a good question: Do I want to be made well? I don’t mean specifically of physical ailments. I mean: do I want all the things that… Read More
Saturday Prayer – Between
Here we are, Lord, slung between death and resurrection. Suspended in the moment between the blank page and the final word the desperate argument and the forgiving embrace the pink slip and the new offer the last tear and the first smile the diagnosis and the treatment plan the caught breath and the exhale. Here… Read More
Friday Prayer: Psalm 27 Revisited
Psalm 27, Revised Julia Edition God is my opening to life and my deliverance from evil— who thinks they can scare me? The Lord is a solid fence around me— who will try and come through God’s defenses? When those who oppose God’s will come at me thinking they can do something, it is all over for… Read More
Friday Prayer: A Request
Holy God- I do not believe in substitutionary atonement. In my mind, it is anathema that you would require blood, sacrifice, or death to bring things into balance between the Divine Self and the Beloved Creation. However, I could be wrong. If I am wrong… if we are wrong… if so many have been wrong,… Read More
Friday Prayer
I have come to realize that there will always be monsters. The pain and surreal nature of the unexpected cancer diagnosis, The incomplete healing from a surgical solution, The seemingly perfect call that ends with spears in the most tender places, The omnipresence of the dis-ease of addiction, The posturing and threats of those… Read More
Wednesday Prayer
Lost dogs, lost packages, lost hearts, washing dishes, answering phones calls, folding laundry, listening to tears and anxiety and hope…looking ahead, planning, panicking, resting, laughing, smh-ing, wondering… This is the pattern of this day so far, and its randomness is held together by You. So, so grateful dear God. Amen. ***** RevGalBlogPals encourages you… Read More
Friday Prayer: Hope Haiku
Shots. Flames. Grief. Disunity. Spirit soars, draws in, consoles. Hope is not quenched yet.
Friday Prayer: Silvery Side
I once read that one could tell that it was going to rain by looking at the trees. The shift in the breeze before a coming storm turned leaves over, their silvery undersides rippling against the brighter green of their siblings. Even though I now live far from where I did when I first heard… Read More
